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Soft lips met the tender skin of Qui-Gon's wrist, innocent kisses that made him shiver and lit stars of desire in his veins. He inhaled sharply, muscles trembling, struggling to stay still, attentive, aware and in the moment. He wanted to remember it all, experience every caress, sound, scent, and taste. This was a gift that might never come his way again, and he intended not just to enjoy it to the fullest, but to return the delight in full measure to his lover and beloved. However outwardly chaste they were, however seemingly stoic and unapproachable, Jedi, too, knew love.